roccoschili Chapter 178 Revisiting old matters
Chapter 178 Revisiting old matters
"Don't be so insolent in front of me!"
The concubine was in a bad mood, and seeing him only made her happier. He was talking about the flowers outside the courtyard—what about the flowers inside?!
The man immediately noticed her change. Instead of backing down because of the concubine's rebuke, he moved even closer to her.
He's a man who's been to brothels before; these women are just a bit stubborn.
He didn't lower his head, but he did keep his distance from the woman. He put the flowers he had brought back into a vase next to him, but he was secretly watching the woman's expression out of the corner of his eye.
Seeing that he didn't take her words to heart at all and had no manners, the concubine raised her hand to hit him.
As soon as she raised her hand, the man glanced outside and, seeing no one moving, caught his concubine's delicate hand.
She was very well-maintained; her hands were soft and white, completely different from the women he had met before.
A thought flickered in his mind, and he used the leverage to pull her waist towards him.
He looked down at the person who had bumped into him, Zheng Jihua's legal wife. If only...
Just thinking about it makes him even more courageous.
He gripped his concubine's hand tightly, pulling her closer so she could clearly smell his scent.
He stayed in the courtyard and knew that she spent all day soaking in the medicine vat, so she probably had already fallen for him.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
As he spoke, he grabbed his concubine's hand and placed it on his chest.
His sturdy chest was completely different from Zheng Jihua's.
Zheng Jihua sits all year round, so naturally he doesn't have such well-developed pectoral muscles.
He dared to say that he didn't have the stench of those other coarse servants. He reached out and wrapped his arms around his concubine's slender waist, then picked her up in his arms.
The sudden lift startled the concubine, and she dared not reach out to hug the person in front of her.
"Insolent thing."
She raised her voice.
The man remained motionless. Zheng Jihua's mind was entirely focused on the other courtyards, which were no different from the abandoned ones.
The nanny, following her own instructions, dismissed everyone outside the door.
Now is the best opportunity.
The concubine was devoted to Zheng Jihua, so naturally she refused.
She immediately began to struggle.
The man knew she would do this, so he grabbed her hand and pressed her down onto the wooden table next to him.
"Madam, don't you wish to be pregnant?"
One sentence was enough to leave the concubine somewhat stunned.
indeed.
That statement hit the nail on the head.
But now Zheng Jihua isn't giving him a chance at all.
Faced with the person in front of her, she hesitated; she didn't want to have any close contact with such a person.
She chose to stand her ground and said to him, "Let me go."
Her soft whispers sounded like a reluctant acceptance to the person in front of her, and he gently tossed her into the air.
The concubine was immediately startled when her body left the air.
She panicked and reached out to grab the person in front of her, holding him tightly with both hands. As she leaned forward, she could hear the man's heart pounding wildly.
She was angry, but something felt different inside her. She didn't let go immediately, but asked him, "Are you afraid of dying?"
Hearing his concubine's softened question, he knew she had agreed.
He grinned. "I'm not afraid."
He kissed his concubine's lips directly, but she raised her hand and slapped him across the face, yet he didn't budge. Instead, she took the opportunity to slip her tongue inside, and their bodies became entangled...
Yan Yun's injury was of varying severity, and he felt physically weak and uncomfortable even when he tried to move.
It shouldn't be serious, but now I can't get out of bed.
She looked at the maids serving her, whose faces, which had been lifeless, now seemed relaxed because Yan Yun was staying obediently in the room.
The maids, busy running around, also whispered among themselves.
Yan Yun felt pain, so he could only think about other things to distract himself. He thought about the child that Jing Yue had taken away, and why he had appeared at the mansion and taken the child away.
I thought and thought, but I still couldn't come up with a solution.
She turned to the side, but bumped her wound again, and winced in pain.
"impulse!!"
Jing Yue blurted out these words whenever he thought of the scene of Yan Yun rushing out, startling his subordinates who were standing by.
"master."
He asked.
Jing Yue immediately noticed the change in his mood. He raised his hand and looked at his subordinate beside him, asking, "Is everything arranged?"
"Everything has been arranged, and all the tails that came after us have been eliminated."
Jing Yue felt relieved after hearing this, but then thought of Yan Yun and immediately instructed his subordinates, "Go find some famous doctors and prepare some medicine for knife wounds."
"Is Master injured?"
"Go and prepare it, no need to ask any more questions."
The subordinate immediately lowered his head and said no more.
Jing walked to the window and looked at the night outside. He looked somewhat lonely.
The next day, guests arrived at the Zheng residence.
A servant came to report, "That person said she is a young lady from the Shu family."
Zheng Jihua did know this person, but Ning'er was unwell at the moment, so sending someone to see her would only cause trouble.
"Just decline, Miss is not seeing guests lately."
The servant immediately went to report back.
Shu Shu stood outside the gate, remembering Nan-gege's instructions when she came, and thought about going to see her sister.
A servant came out to deliver a message, meaning that they did not want to see her.
Shu Shu refused and insisted on going inside, saying, "No, no, I want to see Sister Ning'er."
She was small in stature and was about to run inside when a servant from the Zheng household grabbed her by the shoulder and started yelling again.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
Since he was able to come to the Zheng residence, the servants dared not neglect him, and he did not exert any effort in his actions.
"Miss, the master has already given the instructions."
Shu Shu ignored him and went back into the house as soon as the man let go of her shoulder.
"I want to go see Sister Ning'er."
Then they started making a ruckus again.
The servants couldn't stop her, but Zheng Jihua's word was law, so they didn't dare go in to relay the message. Instead, they sent in two old women to help her to the street corner.
Shu Shu persisted, taking her there, only for her to run back herself, without finding it troublesome.
After a while, Shu Shu simply started sitting outside the Zheng residence.
That way they won't drive her away.
The servants were also in a dilemma. This person was outside the mansion and hadn't even come to the door. It was not good to chase them away.
Shu Shu sat on the ground, and the servant who had followed her felt awkward about speaking up, "Miss, would it be alright if we went back to the manor?"
When Shu Shu got angry, she wouldn't let her see her, but she insisted on seeing Ning'er before going back.
The servants, filled with fear, went to report to Zheng Jihua again.
Zheng Jihua raised her hand to tell them to stop bothering her with these trivial matters. If the girl was throwing a tantrum, let her. What could she possibly do?
Has anyone come to deliver a message from the old lady?
"The old lady invites you, sir, to come over for a gathering."
Zheng Jihua put down the items in her hands and got up to go to the backyard.
Although the old lady didn't move from the courtyard, she knew more or less about what was happening in the mansion.
Zheng Jihua hadn't said anything about the woman who gave birth. She wanted to get involved, but her eldest son kept avoiding her.
She took a sip of the warm tea, but found it bland.
"Granny, the master has arrived."
The old lady put down her teacup and looked at her son who was walking towards her.
"Hua'er, come sit down next to me."
Zheng Jihua took her seat and looked at her mother, asking directly, "Does Mother still remember the daughter of the Wu family?"